The Train from here to eternity clicks off masses huddled against the coddling dirt.
The train from here to then is running late.
Tracks of inlaid bone and quiet stories.
Tracks of lips and bodies pressing their navels together.
The train from here to eternity clicks away the movements of Orions position along the horizon.
The train from now to then is running fast.
Tracks of eyes and mining bodies encrusted by the dust and sun.
Tracks of genitals and afterbirth drying.
The train of each life clicks by.
Again and again the train is running late and fast,
the tracks branch off into all directions.
The red horizon and the Pleiades stand as dual arbiters.
The train from my mouth to your soul…..